My phone was so loud it could have woken the dead. I had no idea why the damn thing wasn't on vibrate or why people insisted on calling me in the middle of the fucking night. Gray's name on the caller ID didn't bring me any joy. Normally, I'd answer, and he'd come over after leaving whatever bar he stumbled out of, probably the one near my apartment, but not tonight. I switched it to vibrate before I threw it back on the coffee table and went back to sleep. Right after I'd fallen asleep, the home phone rang. Gray and his ex-wife were the only people who even knew the number, and it was a safe bet it wasn't Abby. Stumbling to the wall, I pulled the base down and unplugged the phone, silencing the relentless noise. And hopefully, eliminated any further interruptions. Irritated as hell, I laid back down on the couch, covered up with a blanket, and let sleep envelop me.